Date: Thu, 9 Oct 2003 02:29:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: WMC
Subject: Big Al
This is dedicated to DC for his encouragement and "motivational"
turn of a phrase.
BIG AL
by WMC
Al is an ex-marine who, at age 43, has put on enough pounds to flesh
out his naturally muscular physique with a belly so firm and round it sends
me into overdrive every time I see it. His prominent jaw line is dressed
in a full beard and juts out authoritatively from his thick, bull neck. He
has a powerful looking barrel-sized chest flanked by wide, rounded
shoulders and his pecs roll off to the sides of that ball-shaped gut to
form the most seductively tantalizing creases.
The substantial bulk of his torso tapers to a pair of hips that are
somewhat narrow by comparison and are set off by thick thighs and a set of
muscular calves that are the raw materials any bodybuilder would kill to
start out with. I love the way his calves roll up into great, knotted
fists of muscle when he raises off his heels, especially when the view is
from behind showcasing the deep cleft of his fleshy, well-rounded buttocks.
His chest and belly are covered in fine fur that is a tactile treat
without being so dense that you can't get to the warmth of his flawless
skin. The raw power of his naturally dense musculature takes my breath
when he holds me in his powerful arms. He makes me feel at once vulnerable
and safe.
Al's erection is a fat club that rides up his belly just past his
navel when he is partially reclined for sex. Gravity tugs relentlessly on
the uncommonly large testicles sheathed in his ample sac as he displays
himself for me like an all-you-can-eat buffet of masculine delights.
He is a very proud man but without the slightest hint of arrogance
and pleasing him is my greatest joy in life. I love to lie with my head on
his firm, warm belly and listen to its soft gurgling as I nurse on the head
of his beautiful organ, savoring the salty flavor that oozes from his slit
onto my busy tongue. His deep voice inspires me with words of praise and
gratitude spoken in low, hushed tones filled with reverence for the
intimacy we share. A sense of security overwhelms me as I alternate
between stroking the thick shaft that teems from my lips and fondling the
magnificent balls that sag from its base. I am where I belong until he
decides to assert himself further.
I don't just suck him, I celebrate him. I pull his unwieldy member
from my lips and trace its bulging veins with the tip of my tongue. I lay
the fat glans on my tongue and let it drool his tasty pre-ejaculate into a
viscuous puddle before swallowing. I praise his impressive size and
uncompromising hardness. He sighs in contentment as he runs his thick
fingers through my hair and presses down on my head until his seeping
urethra is burrowed against my gullet, cutting off my air while I gently
tug at his large, full scrotum.
At the first sign that I am struggling for breath he releases my
head and allows me to slowly bob up and down on his thick shaft. I know I
should feel ashamed as he confidently pumps his rigid meat into my
suctioning mouth. I am a grown man, after all. Yet I cannot escape the
childlike wonder that fills me as I diligently worship his prodigious
endowment and I feel only pride that, of all the men he could have, he has
chosen me.
The more I suck and manipulate his hard member the more rigid it
becomes. I am consumed with the task of igniting his passion into a
volcanic eruption. I am patient, though. I want the wonder of this moment
to last as long as possible and, in spite of the soreness that grows in my
neck and shoulders, I persist. My jaws ache and my gullet is nearly numb
from the repetitive pounding of his ever-swelling glans against it.
At last I feel the underside of his fat member pulsing against my
upper lip as he floods my mouth with his delicious reward. I receive it
with reverence and gratitude. A sense of accomplishment fills me as I take
his softening organ from my mouth and lick it clean, smothering his potent
balls with passionate kisses.
I lift my head from his loins and see his heartwarming smile
wreathed by the dense salt-and-pepper beard that covers the lower half of
his fatherly face. He takes my head in his powerful hands and presses my
face to his in a lusty kiss, authoritatively probing my mouth with his
thick tongue. His whiskers tickle but I am helpless to resist his advance.
When he is done he wraps his thick arms around my neck and cradles my head
in the cleft of his lightly furred pectorals. I feel safe and secure.
His hand slides down my back and slips between my buttocks, his
thick middle finger gently caressing the tiny pucker that will soon be
stretched beyond all reason around the uncompromising girth of the unwieldy
unit I will soon coax back to erection. For now, though, we are content to
snuggle into one another and profess our love.
I grind my straining hard-on into the meaty sinews of his hip. It
aches for the release I know will come once he burrows his robust tool into
my tender depths and commences massaging my prostate with its vein-ribbed
thickness. I can hardly wait as I press my lips to one of his large, dark
brown areolas and take the nipple between my teeth.
I begin tickling the erect nub with the tip of my tongue. He
giggles as his mighty torso squirms a bit under my ministrations, but he
makes no genuine effort to get me to stop. He takes my right wrist in a
firm grasp and guides my hand to his bulging scrotal sac. I try to cup
both of the great balls within, but I feel the warmth of his soft bag
spilling out of my hand.
I am overcome with respect for his incomparable maleness and the
intensity of my labor kicks up a notch. I run my hand up onto Al's lump of
a dick and he groans as it responds to my grasp. I know I won't have to
wait long now.
The air around us becomes laced with urgent words of anticipation
for the fuck we will soon share. His last load so recently spent, I know
it promises to be a long one and I am eager to receive it.
I squeeze and stroke his corpulent member as it slowly expands. I
turn my gaze from his handsome face to his beautiful penis and watch it
stiffen in my hand. It looks so big. He begins to pump his hips in
opposition to my strokes, which causes his half-erection to jut up through
my clutching fist and lie off to one side. I scoot down in the bed and
take it into my mouth once more.
His musky scent fuels my desire to hold him inside me as I savor his
delicious taste. I take it from my mouth and play my tongue over the
contours of the prominent head. I can tell he enjoys this display by the
increased rigidity his penis gains. I decide to let my tongue work lower
onto the shaft, causing his ever-inflating glans to rub and glance off the
features of my face. He tells me what a good lover I am as he takes in the
show.
I open wide and take him back into my mouth, his growing thickness
now beginning to challenge me from this sideways approach. I feel him
nearing full erection and start to suck him as noisily as I can. Within
minutes his stiffness is unyielding and I begin battering the back of my
throat on the fat, sturdy head.
I purposely resist swallowing the profuse drool of my saliva and let
it stream from my lips down his shaft. I want to experience the
pleasurable pain of his penetration and, with that in mind, I want my
saliva to be his only lubrication. I continue to suck him until he is at
last completely hard and only then do I slightly loosen myself for his anal
assault with a single finger.
I take his rigid, spit-slicked member from my mouth and admire the
way the light dances off the bulbous veins and other irregularities of its
expansive surface. He scoops his big bag up into one of his beefy hands as
he brings his powerful legs together and ceremoniously lays it in the
crevice of his great thighs.
I carefully stand on our firm mattress enough to straddle his hips
and squat down until I can aim his erection at my parted cheeks. I then
lower myself until the saliva coated head of his dick securely nestles into
the funnel-like recess that leads to my hole. I ease down until his blunt
glans overpowers my resistance and slips inside me. He groans as the moist
warmth of my chute envelopes it and he places his huge hands on my hips to
help steady me.
Using his thick forearms as handrails to prop myself upright I
overcome the shock of his sudden entry and inch down on his rigid cock. I
try to stave off my orgasm but the pressure of his incredible thickness
sliding over my prostate is too much and I succumb, streaking the perfect
roundness of his beautiful, fuzzy belly with my semen.
Looking thoroughly pleased with himself he lifts his densely muscled
arms and places his hands behind his head, exposing the thick, hairy
armpits I love as his bearded jowls rest on his barrel chest. As soon as I
feel his hairy balls make contact with my ass I relax and settle onto the
thick base of his cock, giving in to the consuming bliss of its size.
I grab the base of my dick and glory in the impact of his impressive
dimensions by rubbing the head of it around in the streamers of my
ejaculate that have matted the hair of his belly below his navel. He
chuckles at the sensation and instinctively bucks his hips. He stops,
however, at the first sound of my pained gasp and apologizes for his lack
of restraint. I tell him I am alright and continue to let his engorged
member imprint my tender chute while I take in the majesty of his burly
girth.
I lean into him and begin to nibble at his whiskered jowls. He
quickly responds by wrapping his powerful arms around me in a tight bear
hug and slowly jabbing his rigid organ into the tight grip of my ass. His
gentle probes are still quite painful but my lustful moans reach his ears
as confessions of my total contentment.
I soon begin to rock back onto his raging hard-on and clamp my ass
on it with all the force I can muster at this early stage. His eyes close
tightly as his face takes on a supremely serene expression. My heart soars
at the sight of this and I apply myself to his invading organ with a love
that runs as deep and wide as any found in the greatest of literature.
Although dry, I succeed in bringing myself to orgasm once again. He
fucks his thick pole into my involuntary clutching and heightens the
ecstasy of my experience all the more. I cease to feel like a separate
entity and gradually yield to the gravitational pull of his supreme
masculinity.
He welcomes me into his powerful presence, claiming me bit by bit
with each forceful thrust until I exist only in this self-sacrificing
expression of my love. My diligence is rewarded when the inescapable pain
of his uncommonly large size settles down to a dull throb. I can grip him
at will and am now ready to give myself completely to his delight.
We start to work in concert, he spearing his erection into me as I
alternate applying resistance to his upward and then downward strokes. He
marvels aloud at my insatiable appetite for his sex and his words inspire
me to reach for new heights of determination.
Still leaning into his firm bulk I sink my fingers into the dense
sinews of his broad shoulders as I push back and begin sliding my clutching
hole up and down on the thick base of his shaft. My groans betray the pain
I experience from the angle of his penetration in this position, but I am
undeterred. His breathy moans in turn betray his satisfaction and they are
all the inspiration I need to persist. I cease only when he presses my
face to his for another deep kiss.
He rolls us over, keeping his erection inside me as he pins me
beneath his substantial weight. I wrap my legs around his hips and he
begins thrusting into me. I glory in the feel of his big balls bouncing
around on my cock-stuffed ass.
His forceful blows cause my chute to contract once again on his
spectacular girth and, in spite of the less than half erect state of my
penis, it drools semen as he brings me to yet another jolting orgasm. At
its onset he buries his blood engorged tool to its hilt in my burning
depths and his beatific face beams again with self-satisfaction as he
savors the sensation of my orgasmic spasms.
I unlock my legs from around him and he removes his hard-on from my
ass, then awkwardly manages to crawl up my torso. He unapologetically
allows the fat head of his dick to drag a trail of his pre-ejaculate and my
own ass juice up my face as he hauls his still sagging scrotum to my lips
to be kissed and sucked. I revel in its weighty feel and musky scent.
I happily oblige him, darting my tongue into the loose, hairy bag
that sways from between his thick, muscular thighs. I can fit his testes
in my mouth only one at a time to suck and massage with my tongue. The
wiry hair of his loins tickles my face and rasps my tongue but it only adds
to this uniquely male experience.
When he gets off of me I roll over on my stomach and pull up onto my
knees and elbows. He knows what I want and gets himself into position
behind me. I feel his big, well-moistened glans kiss the swollen lips of
my asshole and I break out in goose flesh at the sensation. He applies
gentle yet steadily increasing pressure until it effortlessly pops through
and is once again inside me.
He places his strong hands on my waist and feeds inch after inch
through my distended hole until his great sac is nestled against me. I
push back hard onto the broad base and squeeze it with all my might. He
moans and begins slowly working his rock hard penis in and out of me with
gradually lengthening strokes. I love the total vulnerability I feel in
this position and place my complete trust in him to satisfy my consuming
desire to please him.
I settle in for the long ride and thrill to the rhythmic
slap-slap-slap of his weighty bag against my exposed perineum. Every so
often at the full depth of his penetration he pauses to grind his loins
against me and let me enjoy the feel of his large, potent balls rolling on
the sensitive skin just above my own.
I crave the dull ache I feel as my tenderized chute repeatedly
conforms to the length and girth of his unyielding hardness. I am
completely in his spell as he drills his throbbing organ into the
glove-like fit of my insides.
Semen drools from my awakening member as his thick tool abrades my
prostate into yet another orgasm. This time his lust gets the better of
him. Instead of pausing to savor my spasmodic clenching, his hard-on
swells and he drives into it with unbridled passion. He ceases only when
he announces he is close to orgasm himself and needs to stave it off. He
pulls me close and instructs me to relax while he gathers his stamina.
I obediently comply and try to savor the heavenly corpulence of his
erect cock without responding to it. When he feels he has sufficiently
backed away from the precipice of eruption he begins gently rocking me.
The subtle jabbing of his substantial, vein-ribbed member into the soft
tissue of my deeply skewered bowels overwhelms me with a sense of
belonging. I cannot control the clamping of my anal muscles on his
stalwart, towering love as he consumes me with his passion.
At my urging he slowly builds the momentum of his attack until I
can feel the full force of his mighty brawn powering into me. The
attendant pain of his generously apportioned dimensions becomes an
inconsequential ingredient in this celebration of his indisputable
manliness.
Again he pauses as he nears orgasm once more. He withdraws his
rigid, flesh covered obelisk from my aching, clutching chute and instructs
me to lie forward on my stomach. Once I have complied I feel the fat head
of his slick cock burrow into my well-worn crack. He sinks inch after inch
of his glorious tool into my receptive hole until I am pinned beneath the
full weight of his powerful body, his manly belly settled into the small of
my back.
His thick, furry forearms slide up beneath my shoulders and he
begins to nibble at the nape of my neck as I feel the warmth of his
magnificent ball sac nestle into the parted cheeks of my ass. In a deep,
husky voice he fills my ears with words of love and praise for my
dedication to our blissful union.
He resumes his forceful thrusting and I am mesmerized by the feel
of his hairy bag being squeezed against my butt. Before long I am aware of
it tightening up around the egg-sized testicles sheathed within and I know
he will soon spill his potent seed into my pulverized depths. Announcing
his imminent orgasm with a husky growl, he drives his rock hard pole into
me with an urgent finality and I feel the beast pulse against the tender
tissue that grips it as his balls divest themselves of his copious load.
He manages to slip one of his paw-like hands under my chin and turn
my head so he can nibble at my earlobe as he gently, confidently works his
corpulent dick in my well-juiced chute with short, self-satisfied jabs. I
want this moment to never end but as his erection subsides he rolls off and
lies beside me with his hands behind his head.
I am almost mournful at his absence inside me but marvel at the
densely muscled thickness of his powerful arms as I watch his barrel chest
heave in labored breath. His contented smile fills me with pride. I
snuggle into his substantial bulk and lay my face against the muscular
convexity of his armpit, dark curls of fine hair matted to it with the
sweat of our love making. The air is heavy with the odor of my ass mixed
with his musky scent.
I cup his now sagging scrotum as he places a hand behind my head and
presses my face to his for another of his supremely passionate kisses. He
fills my mouth with his thick tongue and probes it as if searching to taste
the pungent remnants of the load he deposited there.
We know we are less than presentable after such a lengthy and
strenuous session, but we leave it till the morning to clean up and simply
savor each other's physical being instead. Eventually sleep overtakes us
and we drift off in the comforting knowledge it can all be ours again
whenever we wish.